Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.